One day about six 'o clock I'm woke up   By the sound of my buzzer and a car or a truck   Screechin' off so I jump up scratch my nuts   But when I'm like "Who's that?" nobody speaks up   So I go to the door there's a note it says:   "We have Hip Hop hostage with guns to his throat   Do the right thing and we might let him go   But if you call the police that's all she wrote   You know what the motive is it's all about dough   And in case ya think we bullshittin' here's the photo."   I couldn't recognize the clows because they was all hooded down   But I peeped Foxy Brown sippin' Cristal in the background   With fake alligator boots on   And smack dab in the middle was hip-hop with a Versace suit on   I immediately called Primo   I said "Hip-Hop is in trouble, meet me at my rest on the double   Don't even jump in the shower, matta'fact scratch my rest   Meet me and D & D in an half an hour   And bring all ya shit wit' you 'cause you know what we got to do."   Yo Afu! (Whassup?) Lets jet-son like Elroy   If I recall correctly I last saw hip-hop down at Bad Boy   We'll see if Puff knows whassup   'cause he's the one gettin' him drunk and fuckin' his mind up   We go to the office, he's nowhere to be found   So we snatch up Jay Black and beat his bitch ass down   "Now where's Hip-Hop?!" "Aaight, aaight..." he confessed:   "Suge came and took him from Puff last night,   He said he'd give him up if a real nigga came to retrieve 'em..."   So we went to L.A. later that evenin'   When we got there, everything was aaight   And we brought Hip-Hop back home that night.   ONE DAY...